The train

Those early days with him were like riding an empty train to an unknown destination. There was an obscure logic about it. She felt caught up in something she had no instruments to measure. As always, part of her stood on a hill watching, resentful at this being ‘carried away’ down the tracks into who knew what. But then she lost all control. Because she was hounded by love she hounded him with love. Until she realized she was the only one loving. The train stopped when she yanked the handle, but she couldn’t get out.